Xiuxian is like this

Lu Bei frowned slightly, and he stepped back two steps in silence, lacking capable teammates, thinking about releasing Yan Xiaoshuang to stand in front of him.

"It's Jiang Suxin."

Yan Wang Jiang Suxin is neither tall nor mighty, and he is a thousand miles away from the fierce man who heard Kezhi's child crying in Lu Bei during this time. If he hadn't reported his name, he would be a little white-faced scholar in the eyes of others. There will be a lot of ladies investing in the exam.

"My king has already registered his name, what about your Excellency, who are you?"

"If you don't change your name, you don't change your surname. Tian Mingzi, a poor Taoist, is a monk of the Infinite Sword Sect." Lu Bei raised his chest and raised his head, proudly declaring his family.

"not necessarily."

Jiang Suxin rubbed her fingertips, feeling very interesting: "This king has also practiced three or five sword intents, among which there is infinite sword intent. You are not a monk of the infinite sword sect, you... are from Qinglong."

"Who is Qinglong?"

Lu Bei raised his brows. He was a pure passerby. He had seen two white tigers, and Qinglong...he really hadn't seen any of them.

Jiang Suxin smiled slowly: "I don't know how many benefits Qinglong has promised you, but Emperor Ji is definitely not a master, and works under him... Oh, your Excellency may not be clear, Qinglong serves the Great Xia Jihuang, is a human race An inner sect elder in the Holy Land."

Lu Bei was thoughtful, and continued: "It's weird, not to mention that I don't know Qinglong, if I really want to, according to what King Yan said, I should hug Emperor Ji's thigh tightly, shouldn't I?"

"It seems that you have misunderstood the general trend of the world..."

Just as Jiang Suxin was talking, someone who disrupted the situation suddenly appeared.

The disheveled Jiang Biehe came from the sky, with three steps and one afterimage, thousands of clones, chasing by the sea of ​​golden light and fire, narrowly escaped to Lu Bei's side.

You are still alive!

Lu Bei couldn't help giving Jiang Biehe a high look. This guy may be a joke, but his means of strength are definitely not bad, at least the means of saving his life are very strong.

Seeing Lu Bei's concave shape again, Jiang Biehe was so envious that he almost salivated. He stood up and said righteously: "Daoist Tianmingzi, the dog thief of Qin Tianjian, hand it over to..."

Qiu Yuan turned into Jiang Suxin, and the danger was more than a hundred times higher. Jiang Biehe saw his opponent's face clearly, and swallowed the second half of the sentence with a grunt.

I'm sorry for this.

He took two steps back, stood tall and straight behind Lu Bei, and regretfully said, "Daoist friend, after thinking about it, I'd better leave it to you to deal with it. After all, he said bad things about the Wuliang Sword Sect. Jiang and your brother How can one fight take away your love."

Being called a brother by Jiang Biehe, Lu Bei said slowly, not to mention how insensitive he was, "This man never said anything, so I'll leave it to you to deal with it."

"Fellow Daoist is confused!"

Jiang Biehe beat his chest and stomped his feet, regretting: "Not only did he say that, he also destroyed our Wuliang Sword Sect with one hand, he is the enemy of life and death!"

Don't let us, let's not, believe it or not, this suzerain hacked you to death with one punch.

Rumbling--

The torrent of golden light advances, and the zombie tomb guards rampage. Seeing the situation clearly, they stand silently aside.

Jiang Suxin smiled speechlessly, Jiang Biehe, who was waiting in battle, was under great pressure, without even thinking about it, he crushed a jade slip with his hand hidden in his sleeve.

The soft green air faded away, and a figure stepped out of the green light portal.

Liu Shenchang Wenyuan.

The two men with gentle temperaments looked at each other, and Changwen Yuan clasped his hands and spoke first: "I don't know that King Yan is here, so I am far away, don't blame it, don't blame it."

Jiang Suxin sighed and said: "The Chang family has been passed down for thousands of years, the God of Liu should not be partial to the helpless. This king sincerely invited God of Liu to be a guest, but was rejected time and time again. I never thought that we would meet here."

"King Yan is very honorable, and Changmou should be the one who invites you both emotionally and rationally. Today, Tian Gongzuomei is fortunate to meet King Yan. He dares to invite King Yan to drink wine and discuss poetry. I don't know what to do?"

"I'm afraid it won't work today. If Liu Shen insists on inviting me, he should go with Jiang Li."

Jiang Suxin politely refused, and fixedly glanced at Lu Bei: "Great Xia's glory is all in the past, Ji Huangxiong's hegemony is only on paper, this dream will wake up sooner or later, you must not bet your wealth and life on him, that's all for now , this king is waiting for you at any time."

After the words fell, his figure slowly dissipated, and Lu Bei, Chang Wenyuan, and Jiang Biehe all had strange expressions.

Jiang Biehe moved a step further and stood behind Liushen instead.

The zombie tomb guard standing far away seemed to be unsatisfied, cast a reluctant look at Lu Bei, and left with Jiang Suxin.

The three people in the arena stood silently, and after a while, it was Chang Wenyuan who spoke first: "Shu Chang is blind, it turns out that fellow Taoist Tian Mingzi is from the Holy Land, if he offended him before, please don't take it to heart."

After finishing speaking, he cupped his hands and smiled wryly: "Since you have obeyed Emperor Ji's order, you are a guest from afar, so why do you tease us? As everyone knows, King Yan is best at sowing discord, if someone else is present, I am afraid I can’t even explain why.”

Lu Bei didn't say anything, he took out a goose and gnawed it.

What a mess, such a complicated interpersonal relationship, Tian Mingzi couldn't understand.

Chang Wenyuan had no choice but to make a mistake for the time being, and the three of them cut through the darkness and came to the sky above Zannan Mountain.

The battle below was over, Meng Yuan left, Qu He stood alone, his tall back was a little more lonely.

"Fellow Daoist Quhe, it's time to go."

"Old man..."

"hold on."

-

Tianzi Mountain, where Qin Tianjian is stationed.

Xiongguan is built on the mountain, under the sunny sky, there is darkness that is difficult to see with the naked eye, gathering magic energy, nailing the long tail of the lucky golden dragon.

Jiang Suxin sat upright in the bamboo forest, put down the wordless Dao book in his hand, and muttered to himself: "The book of heaven is destined to be destined, but it is not there to be human. This king will not be weak to others in his life. Just because there is no fate and no fate, he will not get the way of heaven. This kind of truth is really unreasonable." Should."

Footsteps sounded.

Qiu Yuan bowed and saluted, and handed a piece of information in front of Jiang Suxin, and reported: "There is indeed Tian Mingzi in the Wuliang Sword Sect, and this person sticks to Kunlun Mountain, waiting for the birth of the Excalibur..."

"The great sword comes from the north, and one thought is boundless. You can win the magic weapon and win thousands of magical powers."

Jiang Suxin closed the information: "Bu Tian, ​​a great kendo master of the Wuliang Sword Sect, lost his mind. According to the hexagram, Tian Mingzi did wait for the divine sword that was born. However, the divine sword is not a divine weapon, but a person."

"This person has a mysterious origin, and his subordinates are investigating, and the truth will surely come to light soon."

"Take a good rest, this king is in the middle of employing people."

"Subordinates obey."

Qiu Yuan bowed and retreated, Jiang Suxin picked up the Taoist book without words, closed his eyes and recalled the sword style: "The sword bearers in the world are like crucian carp crossing the river, [-]% are vulgar, and the Wuliang Sword School can stand [-]% above, and then go up There are very few."

He slowly opened his eyes: "Qinglong's territory is north of the Kunlun Mountains and east of the Kyushu mainland..."

"Heavenly Sword?!"

"Miao Zai, the Heavenly Sword Sect's fate is exhausted, and there is only one Abandonment Sutra, how can he live a second life?"

"This lord of the Heavenly Sword Sect, this king remembers that he has extraordinary talents, and at a young age, he overwhelmed Jiang He and won the first place in the Holy Land Ceremony, but..."

"When did he reach the Mahayana stage?"

Chapter 729 Greedy and lustful, mercenary, sinister and cunning, narrow-minded

Shangyuan Road, Qingshan Ancient City.

Chang Qingyu sat cross-legged on the roof of the quiet room, next to her master 'Tianmingzi' who taught her to practice sword intent without saying a word.The identity of the latter's vest was dismantled, and he was too lazy to act again, so he lay on the roof basking in the sun, and hadn't touched the roast goose for two days.

This is good news for Chang Qingyu. Nearly a hundred years old, she has left the greasiness, and has returned from a delicious sauce-flavored girl to a delicate-scented girl.

There is also bad news.

For the past two days, Chang Qingyu has been restless and unable to calm down to practice. In addition to being dissatisfied with the cheap master's teaching philosophy of "practice is in the individual", he is also curious about his identity.

"Master, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, so this disciple can't calm down." Chang Qingyu opened his eyes, looked at Lu Bei and sighed quietly.

"Close your eyes and dance in the wind, and your heart will be at peace."

Lu Bei didn't care about it, he was thinking about training for food and clothing, thinking about fighting with the two palace masters and sharing his experience.

"But the wind is too strong. I'm afraid that I will fly away while dancing. Master, you don't know, it's spread outside."

Chang Qingyu moved behind Lu Bei, carefully pinched his shoulders and thumped his back: "Master, there is no outsider here, you secretly tell me who you are, so that I can know who you are."

"Is it very important, the current status of being a teacher is not worthy of teaching you?" Lu Bei said unhappily, with the temperament of being a teacher's model.

"That's not true. My family's ancestor said that being able to worship your famous teacher is a blessing I have cultivated in several generations."

Chang Qingyu smiled apologetically and said with an aggrieved face: "But the master is the father, master, you don't want the disciple to not even know who his father is, like a fool."

Lu Bei: "..."

In all fairness, he felt that it was better for Senior Sister Shao not to know.

After all, there is a difference between acting like a fool and being really fool.

"Master, speak up!"

"There's nothing to say. I'm tired of being a teacher. You're good at cultivating. Don't keep thinking about messy things." Lu Bei turned over and jumped down, closing the door of the quiet room.

-

Who is the real identity of "Tian Mingzi", is it important?

Very important.

Because several anonymous people from the Holy Land had no impression of this colleague, as if he had popped out of a rock, and all kinds of comparison information could not confirm his true identity.

King Yan said that "Tianmingzi" belonged to Emperor Ji, Liu Shenchang, Wen Yuan and Jiang Biehe believed it, but several unknown people from the Holy Land argued that there was no such colleague, and they were dubious.

After some analysis, everyone could only guess that Emperor Ji had one bright and one dark preparation, and that 'Tianmingzi' was a dark son, a confidant secretly cultivated by Emperor Ji, a Mahayana cultivator that few people knew about in the Holy Land.

Somewhat unreliable, but based on the current information, there is no doubt that 'Tianmingzi' came in the name of Emperor Ji and is one of his own.

The brief discussion was over, and everyone didn't waste too much time on Tian Mingzi. There were many bad news from various strongholds in Zhaoqin, and even the fringe areas were firmly controlled by the Qintian Prison. Forced to breathe.

The intelligence capabilities of the two sides are very different, and the failure to capture Meng Yuan is only a microcosm of the overall situation of Zhao Qin. King Yan seized the opportunity everywhere, and every time he landed a son, the royal family was exhausted. Apart from minimizing the loss, he could do nothing.

In addition to the difference in intelligence capabilities, the bargaining chips in the hands of the royal family are far from being comparable to those of King Yan.

I am ashamed to say that the current Emperor Zhaoqin, the old emperor who established Jiang He as the heir, was put under house arrest by King Yan in the capital.

The majestic emperor of a country does not leave the palace. There are only a group of beautiful concubines around him. There is no routine in daily life. It is boring and aggrieved. Occasionally, it takes a few seconds to get spiritual smoothness.

Yes, Zhaoqin's lucky golden dragon, with the capital and Tianzi Mountain at the head and tail, are all held in the hands of King Yan.

The resistance forces of the royal family scattered all over the country were branded as rebels. According to the current situation, they will soon lose nothing.

"It can't go on any longer. My king said it before. If we continue, we will suffer from it. You shouldn't have illusions!"

In the ink painting of the sky, four people sat down.

Hengxueliu Shenchang Wenyuan, Wulaodong Quhe, Xinwang Jiangli, and the holy land nameless Zuoziyue.

The person who spoke was Jiang Li, with a dignified appearance, dignified and accomplished, and even when he had a pleasant face, it made people feel a sense of majesty and domineering.

Jiang Li was born in a noble family, and he could inherit the throne without working hard all his life. Looking at the whole Zhaoqin, except for those in the imperial city, no one has better reincarnation skills than him.

At that time, Zhaoqin ushered in an unprecedented difficulty for the empire. The cultivation forces in various places grew stronger, tacitly resisting the royal family, and the influence of the Jiang family declined day by day.

Foreign aggressors are neighboring countries, united with various cultivation forces, intending to empty the Jiang family and turn Zhaoqin into the second Great Xia.

One more thing to add, the former Wuliang Sword Sect was a practice force that listened to the tune but not the propaganda.

Under the situation of internal and external troubles, Jiang Lifan suddenly realized that he put down the script of the second generation ancestor, that the playboy could not save Zhao Qin, he wanted to join the martial arts.

After painstakingly cultivating, he fulfilled his talent and had lofty ambitions. He wanted to turn the tide from the collapse and help the building to collapse.

Failed.

It wasn't that Jiang Li didn't work hard enough, nor was it that his talent was too poor. How can King Xin who can compete with Liu Shen be a vulgar person.

The reason why he failed was because he got the script of the prodigal son, but he didn't get the script of the protagonist.

Before Jiang Li could realize his ambition, someone realized his dream ahead of schedule, brought Zhaoqin out of the abyss of doom, and brought the national power back to its peak.

Jiang Suxin.

Like Zhu in Wu Zhou, Jiang in Zhaoqin was also quite large. The royal family spread all over the world.

When there are too many people, the quality will start to vary. Some people are expensive, and others are naturally cheap.

If Jiang Li is the expensive one, then Jiang Suxin's background is much more ordinary, except for his surname Jiang, he has almost nothing to do with the royal family.

When he was a teenager, Jiang Su's ambition was to study hard and make progress every day, to study, to test for fame, to govern and save the country.

After being severely beaten by the society several times, he realized a truth. Although reading has taught him how to reason, he lacks the means to make people sit down and listen quietly to his reasoning.

Then practice!

Jiang Suxin missed the best period of practice, and her starting point was more than a thousand miles away from Jiangli. Apart from being able to read, she has nothing to do.

Here comes the question, for a person who can't afford ten taels of silver, can he gain something in the immortal way?